Chapter 273 - 139: Fierce Battle with a Golden Core

Chapter 273: Chapter 139: Fierce Battle with a Golden Core

Piles of feces in the mountains were the source of the intense stench.

"Tsk."

Tang Qizheng frowned slightly, instinctively covering his mouth and nose.

Then he used his Spiritual Power to disperse the stench.

’Disgusting, filthy demon people!’

"Meng Ting..."

A Demon General recognized the arrogant figure standing in the air, clad in exquisite Profound Armor, and a bitter smile touched his lips. "Have you forgotten? I spared you once."

They needed to extend their lives, so they had to hunt Immortal Descendants.

But hunting Immortal Descendants was one thing.

After doing the deed, some Demons would see former sect-mates they knew and find themselves unable to forget old bonds, leading to moments of mercy.

"Nonsense."

Meng Ting sneered, turned directly to the figure in the Spider Patterned Profound Robe, and cupped his hands. "I’ll have to trouble you, Senior Brother Tang."

’Those who have forsaken the Immortal Sects shouldn’t be allowed to live.’

As a Vice General of the Demon-slaying Bureau, he had no desire to be associated with this group of lowly beasts.

Today’s matter was the Demon-slaying Bureau’s compensation to the Chen Family.

This was a grand show, specifically arranged for Senior Brother Tang to display his power and establish his authority. Naturally, no one else was to interfere and steal his glory.

"Of course."

Tang Qizheng lazily raised his eyes.

He had originally prepared a speech.

But after seeing this filthy scene, he had long since lost the mood for it. He just wanted to get this over with quickly.

WHOOSH!

With a light flick of his finger, immense Spiritual Power erupted, transforming into thousands of snow-white sword gleams. Like a spiritual spider spinning its silk, they instantly covered the entire Demon Stronghold.

Attaining the Golden Core solidifies one’s Spirituality, allowing one to transcend the mundane.

Before such a powerhouse, all other living beings were no different from ants.

With just a minor display of his abilities, he could annihilate the hordes of demons covering the mountain in the span of a breath.

"..."

Under the immense pressure, the Demon Generals used all their strength, trying to grip the Magical Artifacts in their hands. But the Demon Power within their bodies was already in chaos, and even their breathing stagnated.

The demons raised their heads to look at the sword light that blotted out the sky, streaking toward them like falling stars.

The only sound in their ears was the frantic beating of their own hearts.

Like a heavy hammer beating a war drum!

THUMP-THUMP! THUMP-THUMP!

Their qi and blood surged, making their bodies burn hot. Blood trickled from their ears and noses.

The drumming grew heavier, as if the very heavens and earth around them were shaking in unison.

"Huh?"

Only then did the demons realize that this sound was not their own heartbeats.

A crimson mist, hot as blood, enveloped the mountains.

Within that mist, numerous translucent, crystalline pillars seemed to form. They resembled the bones of a behemoth, and upon them, one could faintly make out reliefs of hideous, ghostly faces.

Qi and Blood Power gathered into a hand that casually grabbed the sky-full of sword light and crushed it cleanly.

"Who?!"

Tang Qizheng’s face paled slightly. He formed a sword-finger seal to stabilize the turbulent Spiritual Power in his body.

The Vice Generals and Captains of the Demon-slaying Bureau also paled, jerking their heads up to look at the sky.

Even if Senior Tang’s attack had been somewhat casual, the only one who could counter the technique of a Golden Core Powerhouse was another Golden Core Powerhouse.

’Could the intelligence be wrong... Is the Night Ghost Demon Monarch not in seclusion?’

’That’s impossible. For a matter of this importance, the Demon-slaying Bureau already sent many experts to stand guard. They would have immediately notified the Anren Prefecture Yamen at the slightest sign of trouble.’

In the crimson sky, a lone, slender figure hovered, his robes fluttering in the wind.

His handsome face was extremely young and unfamiliar. He was not on the Demon-Slaying Bureau’s main registers at all, and there was no record of such techniques.

Moreover, his expression was normal, completely unaffected by the suppression of the Compass Golden Thunder.

Perhaps he had mastered some kind of Breath Concealment technique, as they couldn’t detect the slightest trace of Demon Qi on him. Instead, he seemed more like an Immortal Cultivator.

"A newly ascended Demon Monarch?"

Tang Qizheng’s eyes narrowed.

"Once bitten, twice shy," as the saying goes.

His junior brother had died under mysterious circumstances.

The moment he sensed a powerhouse of the same realm making a move, the thought of retreating had crossed his mind. But after getting a clear look at the newcomer, this Mountain Master Disciple relaxed slightly.

Because a Demon cannot hide its nature.

The stronger a Demon’s Cultivation, the more Immortal Descendants they needed to devour to maintain their Cultivation and power.

A Demon Monarch as unknown as this could only have just broken through.

’Should I test him?’

Tang Qizheng was tempted. The Storage Ring on his finger flashed, and a Large Net shimmering with silver light shot out, swelling to a massive size as it flew through the air.

"I didn’t expect an unexpected prize."

"All of you, set up the great array and assist me in subduing this beast!"

’I have been immersed in the Golden Core Realm for many years, and with the support of the Demon-slaying Bureau’s Demon Suppression Array, my chances of victory are extremely high. I can definitely try to slay this Demon Monarch.’

’When that’s done, the merit and fame will be far greater than what I’d get from just wiping out a Demon Stronghold!’

"We will obey Senior Brother Tang’s decree!"

The Vice Generals and Captains of the Demon-slaying Bureau were incredibly experienced; they hardly needed an outsider to command them.

The moment the Demon Monarch appeared, they had already poured their Spiritual Power into the compass, causing the Golden Thunder in the sky to converge into the shape of a dragon.

But on the surface, they still played along.

However, before the words had even faded, the newly ascended Demon Monarch abruptly vanished from their sight.

The silver spider web, large enough to cover a mountain peak, caught nothing but air. The Golden Light that had gathered into a dragon also lost its target.

"He fled?"

Tang Qizheng froze for a second, then his face twitched. "Wrong!"

He let out a sharp cry and his figure shot backward, decisively abandoning the Demon-slaying Bureau constables beside him.

Before his terrified eyes, a swift figure materialized from a sudden gust of wind. A well-defined fist, devoid of any flashy moves, was already smashing down with immense force and weight.

In that instant, the clear, colossal pillars in the sky boomed in unison, like a great prison descending upon the mountains.

The crimson Qi and Blood Power surged like a boiling river flowing in reverse, making the mountains themselves cry out in sorrow!

"..."

Lin Shu’s thin lips were pressed tightly together, his expression earnest.